Ximena Gonzales gets arrested for two and half years for protecting her friends from getting brutally beaten up by prophets. What happens when she gets out? More importantly, what will Oscar think of her when he sees that she's out early?
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It's been a few days since Oscar and I made out. We haven't talked since that happened, and I've wondered if it had anything to do with the talk about him helping me.
That day when the crew came over they left late in the night. We watched movies and played games all day long that day. It was amazing. Antonio finally came home the next day bright and early in the morning, and he wanted to discuss what happened. At some point I let it slip out that my phone died, and he exploded and started yelling at me.
—Flashback Starting—
"I DON'T CARE IF YOUR PHONE DIED YOU COME HOME!!" Antonio yelled from the top of his lungs, anger written all over his face. I jumped at the sudden outburst, and Antonio took quick notice of it. He sighed before mumbling, "I'm sorry, it's just... you're the only family I have let. I know you love her, but I don't consider that bitch my family. I don't wanna lose you. So just please, from now on take your charger to school."
I nodded my head and slowly walked over to him hugging him tightly. He hugged back but instead it was one of those bone crushing hugs. "I can't breathe." I wheezed.
"Suck it up." He chuckled and then hugged me even tighter before letting go.
—Flashback Ended—
Currently, I was in the lunch line with Monse and Olivia, and we were talking about how often women get objectified at dances. Even though, these two were considering on not going, I on the other hand had spent a lot of money on my dress. I plan on shaking my ass in it and no one is going to stop me.
"See take Jesus, and Sylvia for example. He basically draped her on the dance floor last year." Monse proclaimed while pointing to a couple making out.
"Draped?" Olivia asked with a confused expression.
"Dance raped. It's a weird term Monse created." I explained as I filled my tray with food.
"He was all over her. He made her his prisoner. He marked as a piece of property, so no one else would touch her. Then she had no other option but to go along with it." Monse explained to Olivia as we continued to watch the couple make out. It was starting to get heated and he was groping her butt harshly and she rubbed her hand up and down his shaft. Monse and Olivia looked them disgusted.
However, I on the other hand; all I could think of was Oscar. I felt my pupils dilate as I remember looking in the mirror this morning at my ass to see his bruised finger prints still there. What I would give for him to make more.
We walked past them and went outside heading to our table.
"Tonight is going to be awful." Monse said.
"More like our own personal hell." Olivia argued and I rolled my eyes at how dramatic their being. We sat down at the table at the same time as the guys did. Monse sat across from Caesar. Olivia across from Ruby, and me across from Jamal. It was an awkward silence as we gave the guys sour faces, and they gave us dreamy looks.
